I ain't gonna study war no more
Study war no more
Ain't gonna study war no more
The old spiritual after the Civil War was a desperate musical plea for something assumed to be Peace. Elusive Peace.
I’m such an idealist that I may never get it, but it seems like Peace is very illusive, maybe a complete illusion. If that is true, it is worth noting that we are still here. That means that we can live with the absence of peace. I hasten to wonder, what kind of life we would have if we had an honest peace. Going Idealistic again. Sorry, I’ll try to control my hopeful brain.
My main trouble is that mankind, including women, want what they want. And in a society where there are plenty of ways to spend your pennies and buy all kinds of things, many terribly ridiculous things, we nurture as if our lives depend on it, a culture of I have to have it and I have to have it now.
Let’s call that, IHTHIAIHTHIN, culture for short. And that’s not so bad, I like having stuff. It’s when we feel that somehow he or she or whoever has more than I have and I’ll never catch up. And worse, they seem to be more popular than I am, must be all that stuff they have.
In order to collect more stuff, I have to have purchasing power. And there is the word I’m looking for, Power.
It’s the pursuit of power, in one or more of its many forms that is the vehicle for war, conflict and all types of aggression. Pursuing power almost guarantees the absence of Peace.
It seems like violence and anger is the among the most obvious of basic emotions or actions.
What a huge and idealistic task to fight anger and violence. I even used the word fight, such an aggressive word itself to counter the larger aggression.
Perhaps it’s time to just give stuff away, we might feel all the cleaner and secure for it. This might be the best we can do when it comes to making love, not war, to give and not expect anything in return. I realize that we have been giving a lot of stuff to people, I’m talking about giving courage and dignity. I wonder how we might do that better. It might lead us away from IHTHIAIHTHIN culture like nothing else, and we might enjoy it. And no, I’m not giving up my car. Ask for something else, but not my car.